4:15pm (Philippines)
And the roller coaster continues. Mom was right, M can’t be trusted. Evelyn told me that Mom came to her in a dream this summer and told her that. Dad was right: don’t rely on others to help you. You must help yourself. And that’s what I just did. In the next three hours I will confirm if it worked. As expected this woman changed her mind. Now saying she wants to keep all of Dad’s ashes. When just yesterday afternoon she took my sister outside and told her we can come up with an agreement together. She tried to ask my sister and me to help her get and emergency visa to come to the US. At the end of it she was all fine about splitting the ashes, we told her we were fine with that as long as she committed to bury the other half with his Mom. She agreed. But today, she went crazy, and she yelled at my sister. She was hysterical about my Dad’s passport. She wanted it back. But we had to surrender it to the US Embassy. When I saw Evelyn walk out of the back room crying, that was the last straw. I tried to talk rationally with her, but this immature, psychotic woman, just didn’t listen. When I would look straight at her, in her eyes, she couldn’t even look at me. All I just saw was pure evil from her. I knew I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone – so I did what Vicky does best, negotiate. But not with her, I did with the people, the hard workers, who work day in and day out at the funeral place. And I begged, I pleaded, I asked please, please help us. My sister and I just want to make this right. I was in a frenzy, trying to figure out what to do. Ate Jo and Kuya Will from the funeral place couldn’t believe what they were hearing. They kept telling my sister and me that we have rights since we are the children of our father. We kept telling them, we have no rights, we are US Citizens. The mass was going to start and I found Kuya Will, I told him I will pay you anything, please put the ashes aside. He looked at me, and didn’t want the money. But then the mass was to start. When they opened the doors to roll in Dad’s coffin in Kuya Will looked at me and gestured his head to nod yes. God, Dad, Mom I know you are watching out for Evelyn and I. And I know you want to make things right. And we will. We can. And now I wait…
And the roller coaster continues. Mom was right, M can’t be trusted. Evelyn told me that Mom came to her in a dream this summer and told her that. Dad was right: don’t rely on others to help you. You must help yourself. And that’s what I just did. In the next three hours I will confirm if it worked. As expected this woman changed her mind. Now saying she wants to keep all of Dad’s ashes. When just yesterday afternoon she took my sister outside and told her we can come up with an agreement together. She tried to ask my sister and me to help her get and emergency visa to come to the US. At the end of it she was all fine about splitting the ashes, we told her we were fine with that as long as she committed to bury the other half with his Mom. She agreed. But today, she went crazy, and she yelled at my sister. She was hysterical about my Dad’s passport. She wanted it back. But we had to surrender it to the US Embassy. When I saw Evelyn walk out of the back room crying, that was the last straw. I tried to talk rationally with her, but this immature, psychotic woman, just didn’t listen. When I would look straight at her, in her eyes, she couldn’t even look at me. All I just saw was pure evil from her. I knew I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone – so I did what Vicky does best, negotiate. But not with her, I did with the people, the hard workers, who work day in and day out at the funeral place. And I begged, I pleaded, I asked please, please help us. My sister and I just want to make this right. I was in a frenzy, trying to figure out what to do. Ate Jo and Kuya Will from the funeral place couldn’t believe what they were hearing. They kept telling my sister and me that we have rights since we are the children of our father. We kept telling them, we have no rights, we are US Citizens. The mass was going to start and I found Kuya Will, I told him I will pay you anything, please put the ashes aside. He looked at me, and didn’t want the money. But then the mass was to start. When they opened the doors to roll in Dad’s coffin in Kuya Will looked at me and gestured his head to nod yes. God, Dad, Mom I know you are watching out for Evelyn and I. And I know you want to make things right. And we will. We can. And now I wait…